I guess it with ease.

Knowing Palmyre so well, and knowing (what you do not) that all the voudous in town think you a sorcerer, I know just what she would drop down and beg you for--a _ouangan_, ha, ha! You see?
Leave it all to me--and your hat with Palmyre, take a febrifuge and a nap, and await word from me." "And may I offer you no help in your difficulty ?" asked the apothecary, as the two rose and grasped hands.
"Oh!" said the Creole, with a little shrug, "you may do anything you can--which will be nothing.".